Chapter 25 You're My Mate

Lyra

Every small movement I make sends a sharp ache through my ribs. The scratch from Villie’s claws still burns, a slow, pulsing throb that shouldn’t even exist anymore. 

Bram notices too, and as he carefully peels the bandage back, the air hits the raw skin, and I flinch, biting my lip. His ja...

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